A New Start

The crossing guard was looking at her strangely. Kitty didn't blame him. After all she wasn't wearing any shoes. That was thanks to the boys at school. She was on her way to the cafeteria when Justin and Blake suddenly jumped out of the hallway. They knocked her over and she fell flat on her face. She felt them pull off her shoes and her lunch box left her hand. She quickly got up but  the boys went in opposite directions. Blake went with her shoes and Justin went with her lunch. Kitty thought it over for a second. Lunch or shoes? Her stomach growled. She could always get her shoes later. The boys would probably eat her lunch. She ran after Justin.

He turned around and grinned. "I should have known you'd go after your lunch, Fatso." Furious, she tackled him to the ground.

"Let go!" Kitty panted.

"No way!" said Justin feigning sincerity, "I'm doing this for your own good. You need to diet or soon you won't be able to move." Kitty snatched the lunch box away from Justin and ran away, the sound of his laughter ringing in her ears.

She finally got to her house and checked the bottom of her socks. Yep, she thought, that will never wash out. She unlocked the door and walked inside to meet the sight of her parents seated on the sofa. Kitty noted that her dad was home early.

"What's wrong?" Kitty said, seating herself on the couch. Kitty's father pursed his lips. He was extremely tall and muscular with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. Her mother was just the opposite, with mint green eyes and bright red hair. Kitty looked just like her mother, except for the fact that her eyes were brown, like her father's.

"Katherine," her father said, "Do you remember your grandfather?" Kitty nodded slowly. She remembered him alright. He was a strict man and never smiled the whole time he visited their house. Kitty hadn't seen him in six years.

"What about him?" Kitty said nervously, anxiety churning in the pit of her stomach.

"Well," he said, running his hand through his hair, "He died, last night in his sleep." Kitty gasped. She hadn't really known him that well, but she felt sad that she didn't get the chance to know him better. Her father cleared his throat. "Katherine, your grandfather wrote in his will that I am to inherit the family house." Kitty nodded again. Her father was trying to tell her something else, she could tell.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Kitty asked.

"Katherine, your grandfather requested that we move into the house." Kitty's mouth hung open. "Katherine, I have to do this. I can't refuse my own father. You can make new..."

"Are you kidding!?" Kitty said, "This is aweso...I mean fine. When do we move?" 

Her father scratched his head. "The eighth."

"Alright." said Kitty, jumping up suddenly, "I'll be in my room."  She raced up the stairs and leaped onto the bed. She felt happy and sad, excited and scared. I can't believe this, she thought,  I can finally do what I've been dreaming of. I can finally start over.

The End

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